On a morning when Gotham City was still full of smog, Schiller stretched and sat up from the bed. He had just settled down in Marvel. After just a few days of leisure, he discovered that he was near his psychological clinic again.
Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. appeared.
Those people are like candy that can't be shaken off no matter how hard they get rid of. This may be true for ordinary people. Even House Stark, the richest person in that world, is still annoyed by them but can't do anything about it.
But Schiller is different. After being annoyed by the Young Batman in Gotham, he could just leave and go to Marvel to escape. But now that he is being targeted by Marvel agents, he can choose to leave and come to Marvel.
Hiding in Gotham.
The agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. did not discover how Schiller disappeared at all. His departure left no trace, neither a train nor a plane ticket, nor was he seen at any highway intersections. This made Nick Furby
Rui further strengthened the idea that Schiller was by no means an ordinary person.
After returning to the DC world, his colleague, the future Scarecrow Jonathan, did not find that its fear gas was stolen because Schiller was not greedy and he only took away a small test tube.
After all, he is not like a scarecrow who uses fear gas to create terrorist attacks. He is just dealing with a few low-life gangsters. He does not need any high-tech equipment to spray the gas, he only needs a small spray bottle.
, sprayed into the noses of ordinary people, these concentrated fear gases become the best weapons. After all, those gang members cannot have the same reflexes as Batman.
When studying this poison gas, although Schiller did not have any systematic knowledge of chemistry, he knew how to make the best use of it. In addition to using it as a weapon to spray at others, Schiller discovered that this initial version of
Fear gas does not seem to be pure. In addition to inducing fear, it can also induce some other negative emotions. This is really good news for a psychiatrist. After all, if the patient is always unwilling to confess his inner emotions
, then the treatment will not be able to continue.
Schiller discovered that he could spray the fear gas diluted hundreds of times as perfume on his body. I don't know why, but it may be due to the system. This poison gas has no effect on him, but it can make people close to him
of people are infected by a small amount of negative emotions.
That's right, Schiller plans to use this trick against the inexperienced Bruce, also known as Young Batman.
The current Batman is not the old man who knew things like a god later. Bruce is still too young. He has just traveled around the world and learned a lot of skills. Bruce is eager to start his revenge plan. He puts on the original version of the Batsuit and takes the
He just wants to fight criminals when he gets the Bat Dart. In his eyes, spending hundreds of millions to build equipment is a simple matter, but he has not yet realized that it is not these external objects that really make him Batman.
, but the spirit deep in his heart.
Obviously, Batman still has a long way to go in his growth, and Schiller, for his own personal safety and to have a stable life in Gotham in the future, has to serve as the spiritual mentor of young Bruce.
It was another ordinary morning. For Bruce, it was just last night that he met Schiller on a rainy night. Schiller called out his real name. Bruce was not surprised. He knew that there must be something different about this man.
A place for ordinary people.
Maybe it was supernatural powers, maybe it was magic. During his travels around the world, he had met many such people. He also knew that this world was far from being as simple as ordinary people imagined, and that there were many incredible powers peering at it.
Bruce knocked on the psychological counselor's door again, and a steady but loud "Please come in" came from inside.
Somehow, Bruce felt lucky, because the reply came very quickly. Apparently the people inside knew who he was and were happy to let him in.
Batman hates all mysteries and nihilism, and so does Bruce. In his opinion, Schiller's attitude means that maybe he will tell Bruce what is going on, instead of continuing to evade and hide, and use some words to explain it.
tricks and go around in circles with him.
Bruce sat opposite Schiller again. Bruce said, "Professor, it seems you are in a good mood today."
"Mr. Wayne, it seems that you are not in a good mood today." Schiller said, "I thought you would come and pour me a cup of coffee like you did on the first day."
He spread his hands, indicating that the table was empty, "You know, I didn't make any coffee this morning. I was waiting for you to come."
Bruce was silent for a moment, but he still got up and made Schiller a cup of coffee.
In fact, Schiller just thought it was interesting to drink coffee brewed by Batman himself, but Bruce thought it was a test, or it was a technique of mental interference, using words to force the other party to do what he ordered.
Well, thinking this way, it may indeed be more in line with Schiller's character, a crazy doctor obsessed with psychology and psychiatric research.
Schiller took a sip of hot coffee, which dispelled the chill that spread all over his body because of the cold weather in Gotham. Bruce spoke first:
"Why were you there last night?"
"I don't know what you mean."
"If you want to hide it, you should make yourself a mask last night instead of denying it now after I see your face."
Schiller put down the coffee cup and made a crisp sound on the table. He said: "I'm not denying that you saw me last night. I'm asking you, why do you put aside tens of billions of net worth and don't donate money?"
For some charity foundations, you have to wear a ridiculous tight suit, run to the streets of Gotham City when it is raining heavily, and compete with some gangsters in boxing and kicking."
Faced with this question, Bruce remained silent.
"This is not a question..." Schiller said, "You don't need to think about how to answer, because I will answer you."
"Because your fundamental purpose is not to rescue, but to take revenge."
"This is the answer you gave me." Bruce said,
"No, I just saw the answer in your heart." Schiller said,
"I don't think there are mind readers in this world."
"Of course there is no mind-reading ability in this world. It's just that some people don't realize how the strong desires in their hearts can be reflected. People always think that they hide their hearts very well, but in fact this is not the case."
"Can I learn this ability?" Bruce asked, "This ability to see into people's hearts."
"And then use them to retaliate against criminals?" Schiller asked, "Obviously you think of all this too simply. Bruce, maybe your motive is revenge, but if you regard it as all the motivation that supports you, then it will
Just like last night."
Schiller, making a downward gesture, Bruce explained:
"When I went back last night, I added a cape to my bat armor, and I also planned to design a belt..."
"You know those things are not the point. You can add an iron fist with thousands of kilograms of power to your hand, or you can add an engine to your boots that can make you jump to the moon. You can even
Design yourself a pair of wings that will allow you to fly to any planet in the solar system. You can do this, Bruce, I believe you can do it."
"But these are not enough, far from enough."
"If I had such power, I could wipe out criminals all over the world, right?" Bruce asked,
Schiller sighed. Obviously, Batman, who had not yet met the Joker, could not imagine how an unarmed criminal, a thin and weak ordinary person with only a little acrobatics and fighting skills, could defeat a proficient criminal.
There are hundreds of fighting techniques, learned from superheroes of all abilities around the world.
Schiller feels that no matter how much he guides the current Bruce and the future Batman, he can only be regarded as an associate professor in Batman's life. The one who truly teaches Batman everything is his nemesis, the Joker.
And now, the clown should still be living a very ordinary life in some circus.
Bruce is still very arrogant now. He asked Schiller to study psychology, because this is how he learned various skills in various places around the world. His humility, studiousness and arrogance are not in conflict with each other in fact.
Schiller said: "Again, of course you can study psychology. There is everything in the textbooks. You can come to my class, go back and memorize, write homework, write a paper, and then take the final exam. I am a professor.
, I will not stop any student from studying."
"You know that's not what I want to learn..."
"Then what else do you think?"
"Your kind of... special ability." Bruce gestured and said, "I have met many people like this all over the world. They have special abilities that ordinary people don't have..."
"No, I'm different from them. I don't have any abilities beyond ordinary people."
Bruce pondered for a moment and pursed his lips, obviously not believing it, but Schiller really had nothing to explain to him. Young Batman was obviously too immature, he was too straightforward, impulsive, and unpredictable.
as a result of.
And he seemed too impatient. The failure of his superhero career made him even more impatient. Apparently he felt that if he could learn skills like mind reading from Schiller, he would be able to deal with criminals more easily.
, instead of being pushed downstairs by several gang members and falling to the ground in a panic.
He simply hasn't figured out what caused his failure.
Bruce once again came back from Schiller without success. Schiller just told him, or even threatened him, that he had better study hard, complete all the courses, and get good grades in the final exam.
Bruce obviously didn't hear a word of it.
In the evening, Schiller went out again. He went to Jonathan's secret base again and stole a lot of fear gas. No matter how stupid Jonathan was this time, he should be able to see that his two rows of test tubes were enough.
More than half missing.
Schiller was not proficient in any chemical knowledge. He had no way to carry out any improvement or transformation of this special gas. He could only put them into different containers or perform some simple dilutions.
But there's one more thing he can do, and that's use the fear gas to scare Batman.
Schiller soon appeared in the Mawson neighborhood again. He knew that Batman would come here again. Bruce is such a person. Wherever he falls, he must get up there and will never change places. This is
His pride.
The entire Mawson neighborhood is not big, with only six alleys. The building where Bruce fell happened to be the first alley in the Mawson neighborhood. There was a nightclub there, controlled by the Shuigou Gang.
The Gutter Gang is just a small gang in Gotham, because there is a drainage ditch in Gotham on the edge of the Mawson neighborhood, and the Gutter Gang likes to throw some tragic victims into that ditch, and that water
The ditch also became more and more smelly, so other gangs began to use the word ditch to refer to this gang. The Shuigou Gang was very proud of this.
The first enemy that Batman defeated was obviously not a famous villain, they were just a group of gangsters smoking upstairs in a nightclub. Batman used his fighting skills to defeat most of them, but due to his lack of actual combat experience, he
Someone sprinkled a handful of lime on his eyes, and he stumbled downstairs.
In the early days, Batman had no assistants and the equipment was not mature. It was not surprising that the boat capsized in the gutter. However, the Gutter Gang did not have such good luck for the second time. Schiller leaned against the wall at the end of Mawson's block for a while and heard
Horrified cries came from the nightclub, and soon the night became quiet. A little gangster that no one cared about disappeared into Gotham.
Batman walked out, obviously in much better condition than last time. He lowered his head and seemed to be still thinking about how to modify his bat equipment.
Suddenly, he remembered something, so he walked forward and turned a corner. He wanted to find the beggar, give him some dollars, and tell him that the Shuigou Gang had been solved by him. He took the
Money is no longer in danger.
Indeed, he found the beggar in the same place again. She was still wrapped tightly in the quilt, shivering in the cold and humid air of Gotham night. The umbrella that Schiller had given him was also missing.
Batman handed him the money and told him in a low voice: "There are no gangs in this neighborhood anymore, you are safe."
The beggar looked up tremblingly, but Batman didn't see a trace of gratitude in his eyes. He found to his disbelief that the beggar stared at him with only hatred.
"Don't you feel happy?" Batman asked.
"Of course he doesn't." A familiar voice came from above Batman's head. Schiller stood on the balcony above the beggar, looking down at Batman from the second floor.
"Because of the existence of the Shuigou Gang, the nightclub has a steady stream of customers every day. Some customers will take the food in their hands. When they only have a little to eat, they will throw it on the roadside, so that beggars will
You can pick it up and continue eating."
"But now without the Shuigou Gang, the nightclub cannot continue to operate. No customers come, which means there is no food."
"But a few hundred dollars is enough for him..."
"Yes, you have the best medical system in Gotham, with private doctors and family health consultants. You haven't experienced a few colds and fevers, and you don't know what it would be like to be so cold that you can't stand up.
What kind of feeling.”
"In your imagination, he could go to the nearest supermarket with a few hundred dollars, buy enough daily necessities, and maybe find a hotel to stay for a few nights, and then cure his illness..." Schiller dragged out
After a long tone, he continued:
"But it's a pity that he couldn't even take the first step."
Batman knelt down and pulled off the quilt at the beggar's feet, and found that her entire lower limbs were blue and blue from the cold. It had been raining in Gotham City for several days, and her legs were soaked in water and were swollen to the point of being swollen.
Batman is proficient in the theory of surgery, and he knows that even in Gotham's best hospital, such a lower limb can only be treated by amputation.
He was completely silent. Looking at the many dollar bills that the beggar did not hold in his hands, but let them fall randomly on the ground, he felt an unbelievable absurdity, a shame that made him suffocate.
He suddenly felt that many negative emotions swallowed up his heart irresistibly, making him want to roar. Batman felt that he had never been so out of control like tonight. He stood up and staggered back.
He took a few steps and then fell to the ground.
Obviously, a tragic story with an unexpected ending and the negative emotions caused by a little bit of fear gas were enough to make Bruce silent for a few days.
